The Swindler and Other Stories Part 23
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Gradually, very gradually, the mists cleared from Beryl's brain, and she opened her eyes dreamily, and stared about her with a feeling that she had been asleep for years. She was lying propped upon carriage-cus.h.i.+ons in the shade of an immense boulder, and as she discovered this fact, memory flashed swiftly back upon her. She had fainted, of course, in her foolish, weak, womanly fas.h.i.+on. But where was Major Fletcher? The heat was intense, so intense that breathing in that p.r.o.ne position seemed impossible. Gasping, she raised herself. Surely she was not absolutely alone in this arid wilderness!
She was not. In an instant she realised this, and wonder rather than fear possessed her.
There, squatting on his haunches, not ten paces from her, was the old snake-charmer. His basket was by his side; his _chuddah_ drooped low over his face; he sat quite motionless, save for a certain palsied quivering, which she had observed before. He looked as if he had been in that place and att.i.tude for many years.
Beryl leaned her head upon her hand and closed her eyes. She was feeling spent and sick. He did not inspire her with horror, this old man. She was conscious of a faint sensation of disgust, that was all.
A few seconds later she looked up again, wondering afresh whither her escort could have betaken himself. It seemed to her that the distance between herself and the old native had dwindled somewhat, but she did not bestow much attention upon him. She merely noted how fiercely the sun beat down upon his shrouded head, and wondered how he managed to endure it.
The next time she opened her eyes, there were scarcely three yards between them. The instant her look fell upon him he began to speak in a thin, wiry voice of great humility.
"Let the gracious lady pardon her servant," he said, in perfect English.
"He would not harm a hair of her head."
She raised herself to an upright position with an effort. Very curiously she did not feel in the least afraid. By an abrupt intuition, wholly inexplicable, she knew that the man had something to tell her.
"What is it?" she said.
He cringed before her.
"Let my gracious lady have patience. It is no boon that her servant would desire of her. He would only speak a word of warning in the _mem-sahib's_ ear."
Beryl had begun to give him her full attention. She had a feeling that she had seen the man somewhere before, but where and under what circ.u.mstances she could not recall. It was no moment for retrospection and the phantom eluded her.
"What is it?" she said again, studying him with knitted brows.
He bowed himself before her till he appeared to be no more than a bundle of dirty linen.
"Let the gracious lady be warned by her servant," he said. "Fletcher _sahib_ is a man of evil heart."
Beryl's eyes widened. a.s.suredly this was the last thing she had expected to hear from such a source.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
He grovelled before her, his head almost in the dust.
"_Mem-sahib_ he has gone for water, but he will soon return. And he will lie to the gracious lady, and tell her that the shaft of the carriage is broken so that he cannot take her back. But it is not so, most gracious.
The shaft is cracked, indeed, but it is not beyond repair. Moreover, it was cracked by the _saice_ at his master's bidding, while the _mem-sahib_ was at the fair."
He paused; but Beryl said nothing. She was listening to the whole story in speechless, unfeigned astonishment.
"Also," her informant proceeded, "the _sahib's_ mare was frightened, not by an accident, but by a trick. It was the _sahib's_ will that she should run away. And he chose this road so that he might be far from habitation, well knowing that for every mile on the lower road there are two miles to be travelled on this. _Mem-sahib_, your servant has spoken, and he prays you to beware. There is danger in your path."
"But--but," gasped Beryl, "how do you know all this? What makes you tell me? You can't know what you are saying!"
She was thoroughly frightened by this time, and heat and faintness were alike forgotten. Incredible as was the story to which she had listened, there was about it a vividness that made it terrifying.
"But I don't understand," she said helplessly, as the snake-charmer remained silent to her questions. "It is not possible! It could not be!"
He lifted his head a little and, from the depths of the _chuddah_, she knew that piercing eyes surveyed her.
"_Mem-sahib_," he said, "your servant knew that this would happen, and he came here swiftly by a secret way to warn you. More, he knows that when Fletcher _sahib_ returns, he will speak lightly of the accident, so that the _mem-sahib_ will have no fear. 'A broken shaft is soon mended,'
he will say. 'My servant has returned to Farabad--to a man he knows. We will rest under the trees but a furlong from this place till he comes back.' But, most gracious, he will not come back. There is no place at Farabad at this time of the fair where the work could be done. Moreover, the _saice_ has his orders, and he will not seek one. He will go back to Kundaghat with the mare, but he will walk all the way. It is fifteen miles from here by the road. He will not reach it ere nightfall. He will not return till after the darkness falls, and then he will miss the road. He will not find Fletcher _sahib_ and the gracious lady before the sunrise."
Thus, in brief but telling sentences, the old native revealed to the white-faced woman before him the whole abominable plot. She listened to him in a growing agony of doubt. Could it be? Was it by any means possible that Fletcher, desiring to win her, but despairing of lessening the distance she maintained between them by any ordinary method, had devised this foul scheme of compromising her in the eyes of society in order to force her to accept him?
Her cheeks burned furiously at the intolerable suspicion. It made her wholly forget that the man before her was an evil-looking native of whom she knew nothing whatever.
With sudden impulse she turned and bestowed her full confidence upon him, the paint-smeared face and mumbling beard notwithstanding.
"You must help me," she said imperiously. "You have done so much. You must do more. Tell me how I am to get back to Kundaghat."
He made a deferential gesture.
"The _mem-sahib_ cannot depart before the major _sahib_ returns," he said. "Let her therefore be faint once more, and let him minister to her. Let her hear his story, and judge if her servant has spoken truly.
Then let the gracious lady go with him into the shade of the pine trees on the hill. When she is there let her discover that she has left behind her some treasure that she values--such as the golden bangle that is on the _mem-sahib's_ wrist. Let her show distress, and Fletcher _sahib_ shall come back to seek it. Then let her listen for the scream of a jay, and rise up and follow it. It will lead her by a safe and speedy way to Kundaghat. It will be easy for the _mem-sahib_ to say afterwards that she began to wander and lost her way, till at last she met an aged man who guided her."
Yes, quite easy. She a.s.similated this subtle suggestion, for the first time in her life welcoming craft. Of the extreme risk of the undertaking she was too agitated to think. To get away was her one all-possessing desire.
While she thus desperately reviewed the situation, the snake-charmer began, with much grunting and mowing, to gather himself together for departure. She watched him, feeling that she would have gladly detained him had that been possible. Slowly, with palsied movements, he at length arose and took up his basket, doubled himself up before her with an almost ludicrous excess of deference, and finally hobbled away.
VI
There fell a step upon the parched earth, and with a start Beryl turned her head. She had seated herself again, but it was impossible to feign limpness with every pulse at the gallop. She looked up at Fletcher with a desperate smile.
He wore a knotted handkerchief on his head to protect it from the sun, and in his hat, which he balanced with great care in both hands, he carried water.
"I am glad to see you looking better," he said as he reached her. "I am afraid there isn't much more than a cupful left. I had to go nearly half a mile to get it, and it has been running out steadily all the way back."
He knelt down before her, deep concern on his sunburnt face.
Reluctantly, out of sheer grat.i.tude, she dipped her handkerchief in the tepid drain, and bathed her face and hands.
"I am so sorry to give you all this trouble," she murmured.
He smiled with raised brows.
"I think I ought to say that. You will never trust yourself to me again after this experience."
She looked at him with a guilty sense of duplicity.
"I--scarcely see how you were to blame for it," she said, rather faintly.
He surveyed her for a moment in silence. Then, "I hardly know how to break it to you," he said. "I am afraid the matter is rather more serious than you think."
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